Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.